Their panties are on the line Not to be dry cleaned But, a line tied to their lives By whom? You may ask Well, by bloodhounds Hunting for sweet destinies Plastered on fresh cottoned pants Their thirst Unquenchable Poverty shall die By all means And riches must be made Even if it comes From the […]
BLOOD MONEY
Short story – The lost culture of Reading
“Nobody reads anymore” I heard my chemistry teacher gasp in exhaustion “the best way to hide something from people is to put it in writing”. She had been trying to get us to answer a particular question but nobody seemed to know the answer. I had been using my iPhone until this point. I looked […]
Poetry – Then
Like an electricity spark, You felt it within you Love at first sight Maybe it’s something He gave a smile, Warm and hot Maybe he’s not Joromi, Who misses the green light But you’re a Bambi, You hid your heart You don’t want to feel like a fool You met again His smile, Warmer and […]
Short Story – How Much do you Report to God?
How much do you report to God? This morning, I got into an interesting conversion with my younger brother. He told me about a friend of his that got flogged by their aunty because he called somebody a rat. “Did you feel sorry for your friend” I inquired ” No” “Why”? I asked curiously “He […]
Crimson Red – Poetry
Her piercing screams sliced through the night in June like a siren caught in a fisherman’s trap trying to free itself She was writhing on the cold hard cement floor as if she were a worm Her left hand was over her abdomen and her right was flailing around for help One more scream and […]
Broken Flower – Poetry
I remember those nights when the skies Would ring out with echoes of sobbing The gelid moon, enough to illuminate the night Its stygian features concealing the chaos More screams and the moon hid behind the dusky clouds Leaving behind velvet void. The hooting owl accompanied the wailing maidens as Their external genital parts where […]
Sound of Passion – Short Story
“Fola! Fola!” Where is this boy? Mrs Akinade shouted. She could hear the thundering of the speakers from his room and knew he was at his favorite past time again, making music abi doing beats. “Yes mum” Fola answered as he walked out to the sitting room, his headsets over his neck. “Young man, haven’t […]






